ART – Aesthete and other fallacies

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THEIR EYES

Clear eyes, tansparent gates, ocean with profound tides, in and out with joy and suffering.

I want so much to read them but they are fierce and unwelcoming with me.

I can’t discern your words without the assaults. You tell me not to believe the harshness so why would I trust the kindness?

I search your eyes and I only see a trapped animal ready to bite, waiting to defend itself. I look at your stand and you seems to grow out of your limb a bow so tight! 2 strong arms, stronger than you seem to realize. A steel arrow head aiming for my heart but never my eyes. My love I can hear my bones shatter before the impact, my ribcage is no match. I hope for peace. I want to give peace.

I search for your eyes but they are so controlled.

It is in your silences I find my answers but they don’t match anything you give me. In these emotional gaps between sounds and vision in a world where touch is forbidden. You are burring my senses in the snow I remember from my country. It is often cold there but magical and wolves roam the silence in the deep wood where I used to walk with Hecate.